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bella-rose29 · 2 months

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the jockwood universe (college au)

basically jockwood is a thing now, and these are the generic world building hc's of this au :)

essentially what's going to happen is a bunch of x reader fics set within this universe, all probably slightly different but every one of them set with this same background to them, so... yeah!

(also a special thank you to the multiverse of George for helping answer my pestering questions)

Lockwood is on the football team/part of the university football society

Also the fencing society

George and Lockwood are friends from high school but are in separate circles in college

George is also on the ice hockey team

Kipps is on the football team too

When they were like… preteens or something Kipps and Lockwood had a friendly football match where they were on opposing teams

Lockwood’s team beat Kipps’ by… a lot (and Kipps totally isn’t bitter about it)

Holly is a student rep

Lucy is in debate club and fencing

Skull is a campus cat who hisses and scratches everyone but Lucy

He’s called Skull bc he’s got a weird patch on his head that looks a bit like a skull

And also Lucy seems to always know what Skull wants?? It’s like she can actually talk to him or something 👀

Barnes is a very tired senior lecturer who is the academic advisor to the trio + Holly and Kipps, and he wishes they would stop hogging his office hours

The Winkmans are a family who live in town and sit on their porch every morning shouting abuse at people who walk past

Bobby!!! On the football team and also in band (plays the clarinet probably)

Kate and Ned as well - both on the football team and hang out with Kipps obviously, along with Bobby

Rotwells College is in the same town/city and often competes against the Fittes university (that Penelope is head of)

Flo goes to Rotwells’ and is in their fencing society, but she sneaks onto the Fittes campus all the time to feed the ducks and throw frozen peas at passing students

Visitors - there’s a lot of local folklore and haunted buildings, and Lockwood and Co go and investigate because they’re Like That

Technology is modern, and as such they have phones

And group chats

Obviously Lockwood and Co is the name of Lockwood, Lucy, George, and Holly’s group chat

Lockwood is surprisingly old-fashioned when it comes to technology though? Like he has a record player and cassette tapes in his room that he just whips out every now and then

People’s courses/degrees!

Lockwood’s course is chemical engineering with fine art/art history

George - chemistry

Lucy - English (language and literature)

Holly - English literature + publishing

Kipps - Architecture (but he’s a dick about it)

Ned - Spanish/Spanish + international development

Kat - chemical engineering

Bobby - history

Flo - classical and archaeological studies

tag list:

@no-morning-glories, @t2sh0, @informedimagining, @strawberryloveyyy, @chameleon021, @demigoddess-of-ghosts, @genderfluid-anime-goth, @cottagecore-babe, @ahead-fullofdreams, @light-23, @locknco, @briar-rose23, @mischivana, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @superpositvecloudshipper, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @mitskiswift99, @anathemaloren, @ran23sblog, @taygrls, @dangelnleif, @el-de-phi, @augustisintheair, @wordsarelife, @tournesol77, @novelizt, @anthonylockwoodandco111, @curseofhecate, @karensirkobabes, @mrsklockwood, @whenselenefallsinlove, @zoom1374, @a-taken-url

and the multiverse of George (of course): @avdiobliss, @neewtmas, @oblivious-idiot, @bobbys-not-that-small, @lewkwoodnco, @uku-lelevillain, and @maraschinomerry 💕

I'm aware that there are a lot of people and if I've forgotten you then I am so so sorry (my tag lists are all over the place whoops), so if there is anybody who wants to be added to my lockwood tag list, then please go here!

I am aware that it has been a while, but from now on I will be checking this post every time I write a new fic to see who is there, so head on over to give a comment or a like and I'll pop you on for next time! <3

#jockwood #lockwood and co college au #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #quill kipps #quill kipps x reader #lucy carlyle #lucy carlyle x reader #george karim #george karim x reader #skull #holly munro #holly munro x reader #maybe #I think that's it???

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hp-hcs · 5 months

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fiendfyre — death eater! blaise zabini x male! order of the phoenix! reader

written specifically with my king @gayaristocrat in mind. you didn’t ask for this, but yk i wrote it anyways. we can be blaise fanboys/simps together <3

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Sometimes I wish I’d never rescued him.

I hadn’t even meant to, in all honesty. But what else could I have done? Just watched as the fiery serpent consumed them all?

No, no. Anything but that.

~~~

Sometimes I wish I’d never rescued him.

Who knows what would’ve happened?

Maybe if I hadn’t, the wonderful, perfect Golden Trio would’ve.

Maybe they would’ve saved the boys from the Room of Requirement.

Instead of me.

Maybe if they had, Harry James Potter would’ve had an answer for Narcissa Malfoy when she leaned down to whisper, Draco is alive?

Maybe he would have had an answer.

Maybe then Narcissa Malfoy wouldn’t have leveled her wand at Harry James Potter’s face and whispered Avada Kedavra through hysterical, never-ending tears.

Maybe.

~~~

Sometimes I wish I’d never rescued him.

Maybe if I hadn’t, the Dark Lord wouldn’t have won.

Maybe if I hadn’t, Harry James Potter wouldn’t have died.

Maybe if I hadn’t, Narcissa Malfoy wouldn’t have wrongfully assumed her son was dead and retaliated against Harry James Potter.

Maybe.

Who’s to say?

~~~

Sometimes I wish I’d never rescued him.

But sometimes I’m glad for it.

Like when I met his mother for the very first time.

An intimidating woman, as you might expect someone with a high body count—in both senses of the term—to be.

But she’d swept me up in a warm hug and thanked me over and over again for saving her son’s life.

I remember he blushed and grinned in that way that only he can do.

That shy little smile that I’m convinced exists solely for me and for me alone.

~~~

Sometimes I wish I’d never rescued him.

Like when he decided—after the fall of the Chosen One—that I was his.

Whether I liked it or not.

His family name became even more prominent than it already had been. A name of astounding political power and wealth.

And now, thanks to my teenaged savior complex and guilty conscience, I had not only his family in debt to me, but also the Malfoys, the Crabbes, and the Goyles.

My name was even more prominent than any of theirs.

It was power I didn’t want.

I never wanted my name to be tied to so many Death Eaters. That was the complete opposite of what I stood for.

But I didn’t have a choice in the matter.

~~~

Sometimes I wish I’d never rescued him.

When I have to wear those unnecessarily expensive suits for meetings.

I hate meetings.

He’ll always straighten my tie and button my jacket before we walk in together.

Together.

Because when aren’t we together?

It’s me and him. Him and me.

Whether I like it or not.

~~~

Sometimes I wish I’d never rescued him.

But now, as I look down at the richly shimmering silver band he holds as he kneels down in front of me, I can’t help but feel glad that I did.

After all, it’s me and him.

Him and me.

‘Till death do us part.

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#harry potter #hp #fuck jkr #hp x male reader #x male reader #x reader #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini #male reader #slytherin boys

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thatdammchickennugget · 5 months

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2023 Wrapped Tag Game

To celebrate 2023 coming to an end, create a moodboard inspired by your favourite memories of the year and answer any (or all) of the questions below <3

1. Top 3 songs of 2023 2. Top 3 artists of 2023 3. Top 3 albums of 2023 4. Top 3 movies of 2023 5. Top 3 tv shows of 2023 6. Top 3 books of 2023 7. Top 3 youtubers of 2023 8. Top 3 podcasts of 2023 9. Top 3 videogames of 2023 10. Top 3 celebrity crushes of 2023 11. Top 3 fictional crushes of 2023 12. Top 3 places you visited in 2023 13. Top 3 new things you tried in 2023 14. Top 3 things you were grateful for in 2023 15. Top 3 things you are looking forward to in 2024

1. Top 3 songs of 2023 Daylight by David Kushner, Grüne Augen Lügen Nicht by JEREMIAS, Tommy by AnnenMayKantereit

2. Top 3 artists of 2023 David Kushner, Hozier, Noah Kahan

3. Top 3 albums of 2023 Unreal Earth by Hozier, Wallsocket by underscores and Rush! by Måneskin

4. Top 3 movies of 2023 Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves, Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes, The Boy And The Heron

5. Top 3 tv shows of 2023 Avatar the last airbender, the summer I turned pretty, Julie and the Phantoms

6. Top 3 books of 2023 All The Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr, The Isles Of The Gods by Amie Kaufman, Five Survive by Holly Jackson

7. Top 3 youtubers of 2023 Rezo, Wendigoon, BooksandLala

8. Top 3 podcasts of 2023 Hobbylos, Not Another D&D Podcast, Creep Cast

9. Top 3 videogames of 2023 Baldur's Gate 3, Hogwarts Legacy, What Remains Of Edith Finch

10. Top 3 celebrity crushes of 2023 Florence Pugh, Pedro Pascal, Josh Hutcherson

11. Top 3 fictional crushes of 2023 Enzo Berkshire, Fred Weasley, Bradley Bradshaw

12. Top 3 places you visited in 2023 Austria, Köln (favourite german city and Joshua Bassett concert <3), the Netherlands

13. Top 3 new things you tried in 2023 started writing fanfiction again, learned to crochet, got into poetry

14. Top 3 things you were grateful for in 2023 my friends, books, music

15. Top 3 things you are looking forward to in 2024 new book releases, going to more concerts, going to the netherland with friends again

No pressure tags: @pizzaapeteer @slytherinslut0 @finalgirllx @ashisgreedy @jayybugg @theeslutintheroom @suugarbabe @heirofs1ytherin @dramaticals @theostrophywife @berryzxx @ahead-fullofdreams @once-upon-an-imagine @buckyandgeraltsupremacy @cyrygher @njutul @halucynator

+ anyone else who would like to do this just feel tagged by me <3

#2023 wrapped tag game #tag game #tagging game #moodboard #mutuals #2023

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neewtmas · 2 months

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ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙʙᴇʏ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ // ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴠɪɪ

pairing: george karim x fem!reader

wordcount: 3.6k

summary: a case that takes longer than expected, an unrequited crush, and the hardest decision you ever had to make

a/n: the angst has finally started hehe

masterlist series masterlist

taglist: @maraschinomerry @sstrawberriel @poisonquinzell @holymotherfxrkingshirtballs @thl3c @oblivious-idiot @bobbys-not-that-small @myownpainintheass @taygrls @marinalor @y0urm0m12 @fearlessmoony @quack-quack-snacks @ahead-fullofdreams @aphroqite ((if you wanna be added or removed, just tell me)

For a moment, it felt like the world itself had stopped spinning. You were frozen in place, fingers hovering over the bag's zipper unmoving.

Your heart was racing almost as quickly as your thoughts as you stared down at your now trembling hands, trying to process what you had just heard.

"W- what?"

George didn't say anything, and with your heart beating out of your chest you willed your muscles to move, to turn around, expecting him to be looking at you.

But he wasn't looking at you. Instead, he had his eyes and the light of his flashlight fixed on a piece of paper.

"I love you more than you could ever know", he repeated, slowly lowering the paper and raising his head to look at you. His gaze was so intense it sent shivers down your spine.

"Love letters, (name)."

He came around from behind the desk with quick steps, pointing excitedly at the paper that had neat handwriting on one side.

"Do you know what means?"

You just stared up at him, unable to get a single word out or even just shake your head.

But he ignored you anyway.

"Lockwood! You gotta see this!"

As soon as he was out of the room, you collapsed on the floor. The hilt of your rapier, that was fastened to your belt, was pressing painfully into your stomach, but you ignored it. Over the ringing in your ears, you could hear George and Lockwood talking animatedly in the other room, but you ignored it.

Instead, you forced yourself to take one deep, slow breath after the other. Your chest felt so tight it might as well was the only thing that kept your heart from splitting into a million tiny pieces. Your vision was blurry, and you blinked away the tears frantically, though one still managed to escape and made its way down your cheek to your trembling lips.

Pull yourself together.

You bit the inside of your cheek so hard it almost drew blood and the searing pain was enough to snap you out of it.

Just as you had managed to get up, your knees feeling weak for all the wrong reasons, Lucy came in. Her brows furrowed immediately upon seeing you and she rushed over, her hand on your elbow as if she wanted to steady you.

"Are you okay, (name)? You look a little pale", she asked gently.

At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to just collapse in her arms and cry, but instead, you straightened your back and took a deep breath. You just nodded because you didn't trust your voice yet and together, you made your way over to the other room.

Lockwood and George stood at the desk, leaning over the letter, Lockwood holding the flashlight while George was running his finger over the page, reading intently.

You went to stand next to Lockwood.

"You good, (name)?", he asked after he glanced at you and you wondered just how much of the pain you were feeling was showing on your face.

"There is some stuff in here that I'm not going to repeat", George said finally and took a step back from the desk. "But it seems like the butler… well, let's say he isn't just a butler to her."

Lockwood crossed his arms.

"I think I know who the ghost is we're dealing with here."

Lucy looked surprised. "How did you get that from this letter?"

"Remember when I told you Lord Blackwood himself called me a few days ago?", he began. "Well, he didn't. I've been trying to figure out what it was that bothered me so much about the few words the butler said to us earlier, and why he hadn't been talking to us at all before that."

Lockwood ran his fingers through his hair, making it stand up in all different directions. Hedgehog, was all you could think of for a second.

In the dim glow of the flashlights, the darkness around his eyes seemed deeper than usual.

"You mean…" Lucy trailed off.

"He was the one who called me, yes."

"They killed him", George said slowly. He had picked the letter up again, holding it close to his face.

"(name), go check if you can find more letters", Lockwood said. "Ideally we find one where they admit to it. That will make dealing with DEPRAC much less of a hassle later."

You didn't find it in yourself to protest, so you made your way back to the other desk. The drawer was still pulled open, and you kneeled down next to it for better access. There was a neat stack of letters, it seemed like George had just picked up the one at the top. You put your flashlight aside to get them all out of the drawer, when the light flickered, then went out.

You cursed under your breath and felt around for the flashlight on the plush carpet when suddenly a loud thud sounded behind you. You startled, knocking your knee hard against the edge of the drawer which had a small yelp of pain slip past your lips.

"Is everything alright, (name)?" That was Lucy.

Just at that moment, your fingers found the cool metal of the flashlight and closed around it to pick it up. You aimed the light behind you, where a thick book was lying on the floor. It looked completely unassuming, but you knew better.

"Just a book that fell down", you called back, trying to keep your voice sounding calm and pleasant. "I'm coming back now."

You grabbed a handful of letters and stood up slowly, trying to level your breathing.

Do not panic.

You didn't dare turn your back to the bookcase so you were walking backwards towards the door. You were in the middle of the room, only a few steps away from - relative - safety, when you noticed a second book inching forward gradually as if an invisible hand was pulling it off the shelf.

You watched in horror as it tipped over the edge and fell, almost in slow motion. But before it could hit the floor, you whipped around and sprinted to the door.

There was no way for you to slow down as it slammed shut with a deafening bang, so you collided full force with the wood.

You felt dizzy for a few moments as you stumbled back disoriented.

On the other side of the door was a rush of voices and footsteps.

"(name)! (name), are you okay?!" George was violently shaking the door handle, it even sounded like he was throwing himself against the door, but it wouldn't budge.

"(name), get into the iron circle immediately!" Lockwood's voice was stern, but you could hear the worry behind his words.

You bent down to pick up the flashlight you had dropped, and your vision went black for a second.

It was when you turned around that you realised you never got as far as even getting the chains out of the bag.

"I'll have to make one first", you called over your shoulder.

George was now banging against the door. "Why is there no circle? You were supposed to make one!"

You felt tears prickling in your eyes at his accusing tone. With blurry vision you ripped the zipper of the bag open and pulled the chains out, trying to ignore how several other books fell out of the shelves behind you.

"(name), answer me! Are you in the circle?!" George was shouting now, and you were crying. The chains slid through your hands, banging on the floorboards, and you dropped to your knees to try and form a circle with them.

"(name)!"

"What?!" you yelled back, tears flowing freely as you stood up inside the iron circle, drawing your rapier with a shaky hand. This was all too much.

"Are you in the circle?!"

You laughed bitterly. His concern just made you angry now.

"I wouldn't have to be if you had just secured the door, like you were supposed to do!"

"Stop arguing, it's just gonna feed it of your anger!" This was Lucy.

You closed your eyes, trying to calm the storm that was raging inside you. You felt like you were submerged under water, your emotions like big waves and strong currents throwing you around like a puppet. If you wanted to get out of here alive, you need to get a grip on yourself.

"How am I supposed to stay calm when she is in there alone!?" George was pounding against the door so hard you thought it might fly off its hinges at any moment.

"George, stop it! You're just hurting yourself!" Lucy sounded exasperated and then lowered her voice to say something to him that you couldn't make out through the door.

Your head was pounding, the static noise that until now had just been like a mildly annoying fly in the corner of the room had increased in volume. When you went to push a strand of hair off your face, you noticed your fingertips came back red. Shit. You felt over your forehead and temple and winced at the sharp pain as your fingers brushed over a cut above your eyebrow. Your run-in with the door hadn't left you entirely unscathed, it seemed.

"(name), do you have the letters with you? Maybe you'll find something about what might be the source in there." You could tell that Lucy tried her best to stay calm, and you had never been more thankful to have her.

You sat back down, your rapier next to you, and with trembling hands, you ripped open the first letter. Luckily the handwriting was legible even in the dim light, but in your haste to read you stumbled over the words, sometimes skipping whole sentences and paragraphs. You briefly wondered why the letters were here, in this office. It couldn't be Blackwood's office then.

The pile of unread letters in front of you was shrinking as you were making your way through them, even though the freezing cold air had made your fingers so stiff you could barely move them anymore.

So far, you had found nothing. It was just pages over pages full of love confessions that frankly, made you sick to your stomach. There was nothing you wanted to think less about at that moment.

Staying inside the small iron circle you had made for yourself had kept you safe so far, though it was hard to block out the sounds of falling books, the rattling of pens in drawers and the sinister creaking of the heavy desk as if it might lift off the ground and smash you to death any second.

You got startled by a thick book that flew off the desk, skidding over the floor towards you and coming to a halt in front of you.

The surprised sound you made prompted a commotion on the other side of the door.

"What is it? Are you okay?"

You didn't reply. Your eyes were fixed on the book, which should have stopped before it made contact with the iron. Instead, it had made a dent in the chain circle.

The panic that you had been able to control so far was threatening to take over your body. The atmosphere in the room had shifted while you had been busy reading the letters, and you hadn't noticed the fine slivers of ghost fog that had gathered in the corners of the room.

George called out your name, banging against the door and shaking the handle once more.

"I'm fine", you said, but it came out as nothing more than a whisper.

You forced yourself to go back to reading the letters, even though every fibre in your body told you to run. You cursed yourself for the hot panic that was searing through your veins, that was making it hard to focus. What kind of pathetic agent were you that you couldn't even keep your cool in a situation like this.

The first time you read it, you almost didn't register it. It was only after a few more lines that your brain caught up and you realised that this was it.

"They strangled him", you called out, your cracking voice sounding just like Lord Blackwood's might have in his last moments.

At your words, there was a gust of wind that pulled on your clothes and whirled up the letters you had carelessly thrown aside.

"Is there more?!" Lucy yelled through the door and you flattened the letter on the ground, trying to hold it in place despite the supernatural wind growing stronger, and more books falling off the shelves and sliding over the carpet and the floorboards, some of them reaching unnervingly close to your circle of chains.

The static noise was getting unbearable loud, filling your head and making it difficult to keep your eyes open when you just wanted to squeeze them shut and curl up in a ball.

"The source needs to be in there somewhere!", Lockwood shouted. The banging on the door had stopped. The beam of light from your flashlight cut through the darkness as you shone it around the room, desperate for any sort of hint of a source. But nothing was catching your eye until you turned around.

The wallpaper was glittering under the glow of the light, tiny ice crystals blooming on the rough surface, spreading further out.

"Lucy! The picture!", you cried, and you heard someone take off running. The wind roared, and you almost lost your footing, flailing your arm around in an attempt to hold onto something, but your hand grasped at nothing. Another blast of wind, and this time it was strong enough to blow the chains apart. You screamed.

And then, just like that, silence.

You stood in the dark, breathing heavily, feeling strangely empty as the static noise was still echoing in your head.

The door burst open, and as soon as arms wrapped around you from behind, it was like all strength left your body at once and your knees buckled.

"Are you okay?", Lockwood asked breathlessly, holding you up.

You nodded feebly, and he released you as soon as you found your footing again.

He raised his flashlight and grimaced. "That cut doesn't look good."

Just then, Lucy came rushing in. She hugged you tightly, gripping your shoulders after she stepped back.

"I'm so glad you're alive!"

You smiled weakly. You felt like a truck had run you over.

"Where is George?" The question slipped past your lips before you could stop yourself. As much as you were trying to fight it, it did sting a little that he didn't seem to care enough to come check on you. Part of you had even hoped he'd be the first through that door, hoped for his arms around you instead of Lockwood's.

Lucy grimaced. "He uhm… he's not been doing so well for the past few minutes. We think it might be the after-effects of the boneglass."

George was sitting slumped against one of the bookshelves, staring off into the distance with an empty expression. You fought the urge to kneel down next to him, instead you extended your hand.

He looked up at you, and for a few moments, you just stared at each other, before he slowly raised his arm. His hand settled in yours, and you were surprised by how cold it was.

You helped him stand, and time seemed to slow down as he stood close to you, studying your face.

"You are hurt." It wasn't a question, but it did pull you out of the trance you were in and made you take a step back. His hand slipped out of yours.

"It's not that bad. What is wrong with you?" That question wasn't entirely just about the state he was in, but he couldn't have known that.

He shrugged. "Boneglass. I was just feeling … dizzy."

"Hey lovebirds, get over here", Lockwood called from the desk, where he had gathered all the letters.

Never before had a comment from Lockwood felt so much like cruel mockery, and yet you could still feel yourself blushing. But you didn't want to see George's reaction to that or to Lockwood's stupid comment, so you made it a point to not look at him and went to stand next to Lucy.

A glance at the watch on your wrist told you that it was just after 2 am.

"I think I know what happened here", Lockwood said and pointed out a few paragraphs on the pages spread out in front of him.

"Blackwood's daughter has some sort of a secret affair with the butler and they needed Blackwood out of the way. What do you do with an unpleasant parent?" He looked around, but no one was saying anything.

His finger came down on one of the letters. "That's right, you kill them. Strangled in this case, it seems like. For whatever reason, they felt the need to write that down in excruciating detail."

"But why would they leave these letters here?" asked Lucy.

Lockwood shrugged. "I have no idea. I had already guessed that they moved something out of the way last night and that's why they held us off until tonight, but I have no idea what and why it wasn't these letters." He picked up one of the pages. "They strangled him, so there is no murder weapon. Would explain why the painting was the source."

You realised that in your panic to read all the letters to find a way out of the room you hadn't really taken anything in.

"And why are we here?"

Lockwood was picking up one letter after the other, scanning it quickly. At that moment, he was reminding you of George.

"They want to sell the manor and leave with the money. Can't sell a haunted house, so we're here to remedy that. Obviously, they can't tell us they are responsible for the haunting, so the butler called me, pretending to be Lord Blackwood and then they just tell us he's sick so we don't ask any questions."

He grinned at you brightly. "But we're Lockwood and Co, so of course we're asking questions. I say we gather our stuff, sneak outside, call DEPRAC, and give them these for a little light reading." He gathered up the letters and stuffed them into the inside pocket of his coat.

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The rest of the night went by in a blur. After you stepped outside and took a few deep breaths of the crisp cold night air, you realised just how exhausted you were. Everything that had happened tonight had left you with aching limbs, racing thoughts and a deep sadness. You managed to push it all down while you were sitting and waiting for DEPRAC, while they were dealing with Genevieve and her murderous lover, while a medic patched up the cut over your eyebrow, even while you sat in one of the DEPRAC vans that took you and your equipment back to London.

It was only after they had dropped you off at 35 Portland Row, after you had turned down Lockwood's suggestion for all of you to drink a cup of tea before going to sleep, after you had changed into your pyjamas and had crawled under your covers, clutching them to your chest in the darkness of your room. Only after that the tears came, silently running down your cheeks as you replayed the scene over and over in your mind.

Having George say these words to you must have been the cruellest joke the universe ever played on you. It was a ten-second glimpse into the life you wished for yourself, a beautiful fantasy that had been shattered immediately after by none other than George himself. And he probably hadn't even noticed. He probably didn't think twice about it.

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You spent the entire next day in your bed. You didn't even open your blinds, instead keeping the room dark and slipping in and out of sleep every few hours. You ignored Lucy and Lockwood knocking on your door, and when George knocked, you just pulled your blanket over your head and waited until you heard his footsteps on his way back down the stairs. You did get up to get the cup of tea and the pile of toasts he had left in front of your door though.

By the time you heard George and Lucy go to their rooms in the evening, you had made your decision. You wanted to cry just thinking about it - but deep down you knew it was the right decision for you. You couldn't keep going like this.

And so you wrapped yourself in your dressing gown and snuck down the stairs to the library, where Lockwood sat on the couch reading yesterday's paper.

You knocked tenderly on the half-open door to alert him of your presence and closed it behind you after you entered.

Lockwood glanced at you and smiled, but it was quickly replaced by a concerned frown as he noticed your expression. He folded the paper and set it aside, then motioned you to sit on the couch.

"Everything alright?", he asked gently.

You felt a lump in your throat as you sat down, clasping your hands in your lap and digging your nails into your palms, hoping to get through this without bursting into tears.

"I want to quit."

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thewritingsandwich · 4 months

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The Chiming Lady - Part 4

A Lockwood & Co. Fan Fiction

Other Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Summary: The agents of Lockwood & Co. are invited to the Halloween-Party of a former client.

A/N: I originally wrote this for @ savelockwoodnco on instagram's filler episode theme. But I'm a month too late... anyways this takes place after 'The Empty Grave' but there are no major spoilers for it. Originally I wrote it in german, but I translated it for the internet with the help of DeepL.

Tag List: @ahead-fullofdreams

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, brief mentions of su***de and mu**er

"Would it be terribly inappropriate to think that this is a perfect situation to show the guests our talents?" Lockwood whispered to Holly, George and me. All the guests had gathered in the ballroom. We stood in the front row in front of a man dressed as a sad clown.

"Please, explain to us what happened," Holly replied, suddenly holding a pen and paper in her hand. The clown took a deep breath.

"I went outside for a smoke. I saw a person by the lake. He was one of the caterers and he was moving towards the lake. I tried to speak to him and stop him, but he was in a trance. I couldn't stop him and then he was in the lake. He sank like a stone. I wanted to go back to the house, but I suddenly had the feeling that I urgently needed to get into the lake too. I only came out of my trance because the ash from my cigarette got on my hand." His shoes and trousers were definitely wet.

"Do you really want to fight a possible stray and who knows what else when we only have our rapiers with us?" George whispered to Lockwood. But he was already grinning. It was unavoidable. Anthony Lockwood had made up his mind that we would solve this ghost problem, so we would. However, I had to agree with George. This situation was not ideal.

Unfortunately, the sad clown couldn't give us any more information either, so we made our way outside while the rest of the guests took flight.

A light mist shrouded the small lake on the grounds. A few reeds grew here and there and some water lilies floated on the surface of the water. A single, sad willow stretched across the lake and a lonely little boat could be found under its branches.

Without any equipment, our approach was slightly different. Without stepping too close to the lake, I listened into the darkness. The bell rang again. But there was also a female voice.

"You wretched brat," she whispered and a child's cry rang out. Sounds of fighting followed, as well as the wild splashing in the water. At first it was loud and uncontrolled, but it became less and less until the water finally stopped.

"Oh no, what have I done?" the female voice murmured and I felt her remorse. It hit me like a big wave and I was in danger of drowning in the feeling. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have done that. Why did I do that? He was only supposed to be quiet for a moment. Now I'm losing everything - absolutely everything.

The bell rang again and I opened my eyes. I had just been a few metres away from the lake and now I was ankle-deep in water. I quickly scurried back ashore and looked around. Where were the others?

I turned round searching. It was almost impossible to recognise anything in the fog and darkness. I could only vaguely recognise the lights of the building. Then a child's laughter. The boy was playing with us.

There was a hiss, followed by a bright, reddish flash from the north-east. I ran to the light and caught sight of Lockwood, rapier drawn and flare fending off the shrivelled manifestation of a small boy. Neither Lockwood nor the ghost had recognised me. So I took the opportunity to run my rapier through the ghost from top to bottom.

"Where are the others?" he asked me. But I just shook my head.

"But I know what happened - or at least I think I do." He nodded at me and prompted me to continue. "I think the nanny drowned Mr Pearson's twin brother in the lake. I heard everything." The bell rang again, this time even louder and almost deafening for me. I covered my ears, but the ringing didn't stop, it just got louder.

Lockwood looked at me and said, "What do you hear?"

"Bells," I got out, probably shouting, whereupon Lockwood turned to the tower in the grounds. The ringing stopped abruptly.

"There's another ghost in the tower."

"Are you sure?" He turned back to me.

"Yes... 90% and I've already made decisions I was more unsure about."

"But what are we going to do about the stray? I'm pretty sure its source is at the bottom of the lake, and let me remind you that the lake doesn't count as running water."

He glanced at the lake and paused for a moment. The harsh light from the torch made his sharp face look even more sharp. The red colour of the light made him look almost normal again.

Before he could reply, Holly and George arrived - both panting mightily. George's make-up was all runny from his sweat.

"What's the plan, boss?" he asked Lockwood immediately. It would certainly have been smarter to find out more about the estate and come back later with more equipment. But you can imagine that if that were the case, I wouldn't be telling you this.

I saw Lockwood start to speak, but once again the bells rang - this time so loudly that they completely drowned out Lockwood's plan. The dull thuds grew louder and louder, so I desperately covered my ears, but the ringing continued. I fell to my knees and screamed because the pain was unbearable. A draft of air made me feel someone walk past me.

Then someone grabbed my hands and I slowly opened my eyes again. The ringing continued. Holly was crouching in front of me, saying something, but I couldn't understand a word she was saying. She looked at someone else and out of nowhere a silver net fell over my head. The ringing ended abruptly. Through the fine mesh I could still make out Holly helping me up, as well as Lockwood and George.

"What's wrong, Lucy?" George and Holly asked in confusion.

"I keep hearing the bell ringing." I pointed to the bell tower, where another person could be seen. The others followed the direction of my finger.

"Then it's settled. We'll deal with the ghost of the bell tower first. I think this is the one tormenting Lucy. Whatever it is, it's cunning and clever," Lockwood said. Something warm ran down my neck and I carefully touched the strange liquid. The fading light from the torch made the little part on my finger look jet black. What the hell was that?

We returned to the estate and Mrs Pearson was waiting anxiously in the entrance hall. When we asked her why she was still here, she replied that she didn't want to leave us alone. Even if that was meant kindly, it was extremely stupid. We would see a ghost coming - she wouldn't. But we definitely didn't have the time or the energy to argue with her. She was a grown woman who knew the Problem, so she had to know the dangers.

In the foyer, I put the silver mesh back down and looked at my finger again. It was blood. I briefly bled from my ears.

"Where did you get the net anyway?", I asked before the others noticed the blood.

"I took a small selection of our equipment. The likelihood of us dealing with a ghost was pretty high and I wanted to have equipment with us to showcase our talents properly," Lockwood replied. That's probably the reason for the rucksack.

Mrs Pearson explained to us the way to the bell tower. We walked through the house, past lots of furniture covered in white lacquer and many old paintings. I kept hearing the sounds of children playing or a nanny scolding. Lockwood handed out a few bombs along the way. I ran behind, trying to contain my panic at the blood in my ears.

"Don't act like I haven't already seen the blood coming out of your ears," Lockwood replied, dropping back and now walking beside me.

"I'm fine." He raised an eyebrow and I didn't believe myself.

"One word, Luce. One word from you and then we're out of here." I probably should have said something, but at that moment my curiosity about what kind of ghost was hanging around up there on the tower got the better of me.

"I'm all right. Let's keep going."

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jennascuriocabinet · 5 years

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Here is the first of a new series that will soon be released on Etsy, I’d love to hear peoples thoughts on this finished frame before I divulge too much 🖤 Inside the frame is a small butterfly on a cabochon, dandelion seeds in a miniature bottle, and text and an image from old books. DM to reserve. https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/JennasCurioCabinet . . . . . #jennascuriocabinet #makeawish #mentalhealthawareness #borderlinerecovery #curiosities #oddities #odditiesandcuriosities #butterfly #fullofdreams #butterflies #macabreart #collageart #collage #mentalhealthmatters #darkart #mentalhealthart #norfolkartist #finearts #gothicstyle #gothicdecor #pieridae #butterfly #transformation #understandingiskey #artofhealing #recycling #dandelionseeds (at Jenna's Curio Cabinet) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw2PoEGnm3c/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19qn6pygw7mw7

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A #unityprayer circle was the start of a #fantabulous #weddingday @croftersgreen #jaypeakresort for a young couple #fullofdreams that are definitely #comingtrue !#cometrue #inspiration #loveoneanother . . . . #odysseyeventsvt #suitcasefullofflavor #vermontvacation #madeinvermont #madewithlove #destinationwedding #eventplanner #vermontwedding #eventproduction #weekendwedding #meaningfulwedding #realweddings #vermontdestinationwedding #onceuponadream #weddingdreams #vermontwedding #theknotweddings #weddingwirevendor #weddingwire #inspiration #weddingvows (at Crofter's Green) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQO3NZsFtcf/?utm_medium=tumblr

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- Oh, well you look quite good considering your circumstances. - Should I look in different way because of these circumstances? - No, I am saying I’d never say that you... People are so weird and put any conspiracy question as a proper one. Well... why most of you think if a #person is #dealing with #serious #issues and/or #disease #illness has to look poorly #neglected #discouraged #tired or simply #bad NO! Most of us are #fullofenergy (as much as it gets better) #fullofpositivity #fullofdreams #fulloflove #fulloflife We care about ourselves, we believe and #havefaithinyourself #havefaithingod😇❤️ #welive #wedance #wesing #weaporeciate we don’t #grumble we don’t tell our story to get attention! I am a #mother #aunt #partner #friend #workingone #idodance #idoworkout #idocareaboutnutrition Be kind and don’t u ever suggest or lever someone’s matters, story or issues! https://www.instagram.com/p/CAn1W9mHFLE/?igshid=bzg9dyo2mqbt

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rogerrcoyle · 10 months

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my breath echoes

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#mybreathechoes nightsilence wakefulness mindfulness fullofdreams poetry poem poet prayers soulfuleyes quietthoughts reflections

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wordsarelife · 18 days

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UPDATED: 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖒𝖊 🗝️ m.list✨

IN WHICH theo is the lead singer of the band cursed legacy and also the one who you hate most in the world. easy enough right? things only get complicated when theo puts out a rude song about you, the band starts to rise to fame and one single accident might ruin everything they worked for so hard. eventually theo is forced to ask for your help, but you wouldn’t be you if you would say yes without a very important rule: theo can’t play his most famous song: the one he wrote about you.

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

content: rockstar!au, no magic!au, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, a bit social media, so it’s modern as well

warnings: angsty, sad at times, language, fighting, cursing, mentions of sex, rude teenage boys, mentions of a loved one dying (there will be chapter specified warnings)

note: i know i said i would only add one more part, but i'm insane (we already talked about that) so here's the new masterlist!!

-> let me know if i should add you to the taglist!!

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 (0.9k)

➻ you and theo stopped being friends a long time ago. now there’s only hate between the two of you, tempting theo to write a song

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 (2.8k)

➻ amused isn’t the word you would use to describe your reaction to theo‘s song. while everyone else is sure it is the best one he has written yet

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 (3.5k)

➻ as a result of absolute stupidity, theo has to ask you for a favour

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 (4.3k)

➻ theo and you continue to clash during rehearsals, but would it be fun any other way?

【ＮＥＷ！】 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐢'𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲) (4.9k)

➻ theo and your fighting ends in one eventful night, bringing up old feelings, but also the need to lie to your friends

【ＮＥＷ！】 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭��𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐯𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲 (4.5k)

➻ you fall back into old routines and maybe friendship isn't quite what you want from the boy you knew since childhood

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱: 𝐢'𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 (4.4k)

➻ theo knows he got everything wrong. he would do anything to make you stay. but is a song really enough?

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲

➻ the competition is on. but is theo ready to risk everything to win?

𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

➻ happy ever after???

authors note: i actually hope this is the last time i have to add a chapter haha! i have to say that writing these characters has been so much fun and this story is literally addicting! i haven't felt so inspired by a story in a long time!

taglist:

@7s3ven @madi-potter @shereadsandcries @getosbeloved @mischieftom @wolfstar-jpg @t00thfairy20 @chcrrysblog @aestramjackson @elina3011 @kr1nqu @hopeless-y @mitskiswift99 @fallingblackveils @ahead-fullofdreams @helendeath @schaebickel @chubbychasermattheotruther @punkprincess03 @subparslytherin @girlbooklover555 @sakanelli-afc @cobrakaisb @ellen3101

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bella-rose29 · 4 months

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beautiful people

requested by anon: hi hi! Can I request Anthony Lockwood x reader fic inspired by the song beautiful people by ed Sheeran?

lockwood x gn!reader (made it gn bc there wasn't a gender specified, hope that's alright anon <3)

I am so sorry that this took so long anon 😭😭😭

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: set after the empty grave but I don't think there are any actual spoilers (but you've been warned anyway), I think that's the only thing? edit: there is a very big huge massive spoiler that's mentioned in one sentence so be careful

tag list (I just copied and pasted from deck the halls bc I'm tired and couldn't be asked to search through everything, so feel free to not read this if you don't want to): @ahead-fullofdreams, @aislinrayne, @anathemaloren, @anthgoldenhrry, @augustisintheair, @avdiobliss, @aysha4life, @bobbys-not-that-small, @briar-rose23, @curseofhecate, @dangelnleif, @edible-rat-vomit, @el-de-phi, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @ettadear, @fearlessmoony, @fudosl, @idkbubs, @imaginebeingmentallystable, @informedimagining, @karensirkobabes, @lady-ashfade, @light-23, @locklyebrainrot, @locklyle1kanij, @locknco, @magicandrosewaters, @mentallyillsodapop, @mischivana, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @newbooksmell777, @no-morning-glories, @novelizt, @phlooper, @ran23sblog, @reggiepeterss, @simrah1012, @somethingrandomwatzit, @star-of-velaris, @superpositvecloudshipper, @t2sh0, @taygrls, @tournesol77, @whistle1whistle, @whenselenefallsinlove, @wordsarelife, @y0urm0m12

Lockwood was buzzing with unreleased energy, which made sitting next to him on a plane incredibly difficult, since Y/n just wanted to punch him in the face. They loved him, but they didn't need his jitters when neither of the two of them had ever flown before, let alone been out of the country.

It was a private jet they sat in, the vehicle sent by some rich person from America who had invited the famous ghost hunting agency from England to a week in Los Angeles. While George had initially seemed sceptical of the plane and it's abilities to carry them safely across half the world, he'd deemed it good enough for travel. Lucy and Holly were joining them too, although both were far less happy about it than Lockwood.

"It's basically a huge shell of metal that hurtles through the air. Why do you think I've been for three nervous pees in the last ten minutes, George?!" Lucy had stressfully said to George after he had questioned her multiple trips to the toilet.

Y/n had gone along because Lockwood had asked, despite them having only a vague connection to the agency's work. As a member of the general public, they didn't often get involved in the actual ghost hunting (Talent had never turned up for them which meant fighting was extremely dangerous, and they quite preferred being alive), but often could spot things that the others couldn't when looking at the history of a building, or a family, or pick up on the more human things in meetings as opposed to being solely focused on the Visitors.

Their other link to the agency was a lot stronger, because they were dating Lockwood.

Naturally when he'd asked if Y/n would be joining them on the agency's one week trip to America they couldn't say no, not when he was smiling at them the way he had been, and now they found themselves wondering why the hell they let him have so much of a hold on their heart.

It was the middle of July, too, and there was a freak heatwave as they were leaving England. It was nothing compared to the temperatures they would be met with in L.A., but the English were never made for heat.

"Oi," Y/n said softly, prodding Lockwood in the leg closest to theirs. "Stop bouncing, you're making me more nervous."

He cast them a small smile, tilting his head to look at them. "Sorry, my love." They could tell he was nervous too despite all the smiles and bravado he'd shown earlier, more so than when he went out and risked his life every night, and they grabbed his hand.

"People do this all the time, right? And George very kindly worked out the likelihood of us dying in this thing-"

"One in a million chance!"

"Thank you, George!" Y/n sighed, turning back to Lockwood. "But my point is, we're gonna make it there, and then we'll have an incredible, completely free holiday, and then we'll make it back to Portland Row, alive and in one piece, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Hey. We're Lockwood and Co. And you're Anthony bloody Lockwood." He smiled wider at that, a huge grin taking over his face and making him light up.

"That we are," he replied, pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead.

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They had only been in America for about an hour, and already the agents were exhausted.

It didn't help that the plane journey was long, or that their internal body clocks were telling them it was well past their normal time to go to bed despite it being barely evening in Los Angeles. It seemed to be that the darker it got, the more people there were, which didn't make sense to any of the agents. While ghosts were no longer being created, many still hung around and caused fear, and it was strange for Lockwood and Co to be walking around in the dark with no rapiers, or even a spare flare.

Fancy cars drove past, one of them stopping (on the wrong side of the road; how did anyone drive correctly if they were doing it backwards?!) and opening its door to let the agents in. George squeezed in first, then went Y/n and Lockwood, and Lucy and Holly pushed their way into a seat a moment later. How they fit the five of them combined with the ten? eleven? people already in there Y/n wasn't sure. Music was blasting through speakers that weren't even visible (seriously, where was the music coming from?) and coloured lights flashed across the interior of the car. They had cars in England, of course, but this was much fancier than anything they had on their side of the world. People were drinking and dressed in fashion that looked futuristic to the five of them, and Y/n could feel the others shift in what little space they had as they looked down at their own clothes.

Then there were the questions.

At first it was difficult to understand their voices, since the accents were thick and everybody was talking at once, all trying to be heard over the music. Then it was difficult to answer their questions, because they were asking about phones and movies and music that none of them had much knowledge of in their technologically-different world. When they learned that Y/n wasn't even an agent, they wanted to know what exactly their role was, which was also difficult.

"He's my partner," they shouted (it was too loud to talk any quieter), pointing at Lockwood.

"So you're not... you're not an agent? You're just here?"

"Uh... yeah. I help on cases sometimes though!"

"Oh, cool!" the woman yelled, then immediately moved onto the next conversation. Y/n settled back against Lockwood, feeling his arm come around their shoulders. They looked at George, noting his bewilderment at the hidden speakers, and then at Lucy and Holly who were trying to figure out how to use the phone that someone had given them. It didn't even look like a phone; it was far too flat and small to be of any use to anyone.

They were all just trying to figure everything out, but even those who were being really nice to them could tell that the agents from London didn't fit in too well.

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The party was far bigger than anything Fittes had ever thrown, and the five of them felt very underdressed, despite how fancy they had gone with their clothes.

Two hours in, Y/n was trapped in a conversation with a group of people about some event that had happened recently and was apparently a worldwide controversy, and they were being asked their opinion on it.

"Uh... I don't really know what's happening, to be honest." It was awkward, being looked at like they were some sort of alien, and Y/n felt themselves shrinking the longer they were stared at.

"Do you not have the news over in England?"

"We do, but normally it's... English news? Our technology got severely stumped growth-wise because of the whole 'there are ghosts now and they can kill you' thing, so..."

"Oh, yeah, sorry! I forgot that you guys are behind!" It wasn't said with any malice or anything, but it only served to make Y/n feel worse about not fitting in with these people. They tried to inconspicuously look around for Lockwood, but within seconds he had appeared at their side and was spewing some excuse about needing to borrow them.

He took them outside to a balcony, and although it was still crowded there was at least a cool breeze. "You alright?"

"Yeah. Thank you for that."

"Anytime," he smiled, pressing a kiss to their cheek. He seemed jittery again, and Y/n wondered if all the flashiness was finally getting to him.

"Are you alright?" they asked, startling Lockwood slightly.

"Oh, yeah." He wasn't particularly convincing in his answer, and Y/n raised their eyebrows at him. "I mean, I know I'm always going on about being front page all the time, and getting famous, which we are on the front page, and we did get famous, but this is... it's a lot." He paused, looking around at everyone gathered on the balcony. "It feels... weird, too. I'm not sure what the right word is yet. Everyone is almost too fancy, if that makes sense."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I keep thinking I'm really underdressed and should borrow a really shiny bin bag instead," they joked, noting someone walking past who was dressed in something that looked very similar.

"You don't need to change a thing, my love. You look stunning as you are." Y/n felt their face heat up at his compliment, and hid their face in his body. His laugh made both of them shake, and his arms came around to hold them close to him. "I mean it. I don't think you could look more incredible if you tried."

"Lockwood," they whined, dragging out the syllables in his name as their face lit up more and more. "Stop it, seriously."

"What, I'm not allowed to tell my partner how wonderful they are?"

"Not this much in one go!" He only laughed again, and Y/n couldn't prevent the smile that came onto their own face.

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Their last night had been spent much like the others, only this time it was only Lockwood and Y/n and the driver of the posh car they had been loaned for the week (once people remembered that the five English visitors couldn't drive, they had been provided with a driver as well as just the car).

The week was basically over, complete with drives in convertibles, gifts of expensive designer clothes, trips to fashion shows, constant questioning from people wanting to know who they were, and what they do, and who they know. George, Lucy, and Holly had stayed back at the hotel they were staying in, too tired to do anything else, but Lockwood had taken Y/n out, saying he wanted to spend their last night in Los Angeles together just the two of them.

They seemed to drive for hours, in reality not travelling that far from their friends, but the lack of destination meant that they were doing constant laps of the city. Not that it mattered, because neither Lockwood nor Y/n had any idea where anything was. Everything was tall, and imposing and fancy and bright and beautiful, and for the most part Y/n sat staring out the window, watching all the lights as they passed.

Lockwood was watching them, a fond smile on his face, seeing the lights reflected in their eyes like stars.

There had been constant lights the whole week, people with cameras at every event they attended, and while Lockwood was more used to bright things (since he had such strong Sight he often had to use sunglasses to stop the glare from a death glow), Y/n was squinting against the flashes. At one point Lockwood had brought out his sunglasses, despite the darkness of the sky, and handed one to Y/n while putting his own pair on his face. He kept his arms around their body at all times, whether it was just carelessly slung over their shoulders or tightly wrapped around their waist, because he didn't want to lose them in the crowds.

The agents really didn't fit in well in America, but they couldn't help it when they were just being themselves. He had figured out what the word he had been looking for on the balcony all those days ago was, too. He realised it as he gazed at Y/n, who had propped their face up on their hand, resting their elbow on the car door. All those people that they had met, at fashion shows and parties and everywhere else they had been, were too perfect, too fancy, too beautiful. It felt far too extravagant, even for Lockwood, and although he had thoroughly enjoyed his time in America he was looking forward to going home.

Because that's who Y/n was to him, and he knew that he was home to Y/n. It didn't matter if they went back to wearing their second hand clothes that were worn out and cheap, and it didn't matter if none of them understood how to use a smartphone by the time they left tomorrow morning, because that was who they were.

They were Lockwood and Co.

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pairing: george karim x fem!reader

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summary: a case that takes longer than expected, an unrequited crush, and the hardest decision you ever had to make

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For a while, you continued like this - Emily and George reading and taking notes, you fighting your way through the text in front of you without much success.

"Have you found anything interesting?"

You jumped at the question that broke the silence so suddenly, realising that Emily was talking to you and not George. You glanced over at her before you quickly averted your eyes again.

"Not really", you mumbled, and you could feel your skin prickle from the embarrassment of having her call you out like that. In front of George, of all people.

You jumped again as you felt her hand coming to rest on your arm.

"Are you okay? You look a little pale."

You tensed. Was she making fun of you? But her smile and the concern in her eyes seemed genuine.

"I'm fine", you said, but the slight shaking in your voice proved otherwise.

She got up, her chair scraping loudly over the floor.

"Come with me, I'll get you something to drink."

You looked over to George, who nodded encouragingly before he returned his focus to his book.

A glass of water did sound good, and it would be a chance to get out of the small corner of the library that had started to feel suffocating.

You followed Emily back to her desk in the front, where she rummaged through a little cabinet under the table and pulled out a bottle of water and a cup.

She handed you the filled cup and turned around to open the window, letting in some fresh air.

"How is it, being an agent?", she asked while you sipped on your water.

"It's … I don't know." You stared down into your cup, thinking about all the near-death experiences you had in your time as an agent. "It can be scary, and dangerous. But the people you work with make it better."

She chuckled. "That's true, coworkers can make or break it. Honestly, I don't know how you do it, I could never handle working with my boyfriend every single day. I'd be scared we'd get sick of each other eventually."

She must have noticed your furrowed brows and confused expression.

"George?", she added. "Isn't he your boyfriend?"

You could tell immediately that your face was in the process of taking on the colour of her bright red sweater.

"George? No! Why would you think that?", you croaked out, trying to keep your composure. What was she on about?

Emily laughed brightly. "I just thought I picked up on some vibes between you two." Her eyes sparkled as she leaned closer to you, and for a moment she reminded you of Lucy. "But you know, never say never."

You choked on your sip of water and had to put the cup down before you spilt it all over the floor. She winked at you and made her way back into the other room, while you had to take a few seconds to recuperate.

You smoothed down your shirt and cleared your throat before you followed her. Had you interpreted it all wrong? Just a few minutes ago you could have sworn she was flirting with George. And who could blame her? You'd do the same if he hadn't made it clear to you several times that he wasn't interested.

As pathetic as it was, you felt relieved that this gorgeous girl didn't seem to be interested in your best friend. But when you turned the corner to where you'd been reading, the sight of them sitting next to each other still made your stomach turn. After all, just because she wasn't interested in him, didn't mean he wasn't interested in her.

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It was mid-afternoon when you left to catch the train back. You had been somewhat successful and George had a few pages of notes - that truthfully, you didn't contribute much to.

Your head was a jumbled mess, and you felt an intense need to be alone for a while, just to sort out your thoughts. Too much had happened in the last few days, and at this point, you didn't know what to think anymore.

No words were exchanged between you and George, not on the walk to the train, not during the train ride. When you walked back through the fields to the manor, you let yourself fall back. George didn't seem to mind, he was clutching his notes and you knew his mind was probably far away, thinking over everything you had found out so far.

The sun warmed your skin, and you closed your eyes, soaking it in for a moment. The thoughts in your head were quieting down as you filled your lungs with fresh air, and you tried your best to push them into a far corner of your mind. As soon as you were back in London, you would have a chance to think everything over properly. Maybe you had to go through with it, even though your heart hurt just thinking about it.

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Just a few hours later, you were walking up the driveway. The manor towered at its end, backlit by the light from the setting sun which made it look far more threatening than in the afternoon. The sound of your rapier hilts clinging against the metal of the belts slung over your torsos accompanied the crunch of the gravel under your boots. Other than that, an eery silence had taken over the scenery. The few birds that you had heard chirping during the day were quiet now, and the slight breeze that had ruffled the bushes flanking the walkway had died down completely.

You felt only marginally better prepared than yesterday. Over some sandwiches that Lucy and Lockwood had brought, you had talked through your findings of the day. It seemed as if everyone Lucy and Lockwood had talked to in their - rather mediocre - getup as tourists had roughly the same opinions - the Blackwoods were a family that highly valued their privacy and lived secluded in their manor, with no real association to anyone else. There were rumours that the son's attendance at the boarding school wasn't entirely of his own accord, and talks about how Blackwood's daughter - Genevieve - was rejecting any and all advances and wasn't planning on getting married anytime soon. Not that there was anything wrong with that, you thought, but it seemed to be a big topic of discussion in these circles. As for George and you, your findings largely matched those of Lockwood and Lucy. There hadn't been much that hadn't already been available in the archives in London, and so you stepped into this case more or less still clueless about what the origin of the haunting could be.

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You were greeted by the butler at the front door.

"Miss Blackwood is waiting for you", was all he said, and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Lockwood looking at him weirdly. Like he had just realised something.

You didn't get to ponder too long over that though, as the butler led you into the dining room where you had had dinner just last evening. Genevieve Blackwood stood with her back to you but turned around as you entered.

Her face lit up with a smile, that for some reason had your stomach churning. Something about her…

She walked over to you, heels loud on the hardwood floor beneath her long black dress.

"I'm so glad you're finally here", she said brightly, then furrowed her brows. "Unfortunately, my father is still in a state that doesn't allow him to speak to you. We have decided to still go through with it to not take up more of your precious time."

Lockwood adjusted his rapier. "We appreciate -"

The sound of a door opening behind you interrupted him. You turned around, and in the doorframe stood an elderly woman in a bathrobe. Her hands were shaking slightly, and she looked a little dazed.

"Genevieve, darling", she said, voice quiet and breathy. "Where is he? You promised me -"

"Not now", Genevieve hissed, and you felt a shiver run down your back at the venom in her voice. "Can't you see that now is not the time?" She looked over to the butler, who gave her a curt nod and grabbed the woman by the arm. He led her out of the room, ignoring her protest, and for a moment, the sound of the door falling shut behind them was the only sound in the room.

You exchanged a look with George, who stood next to you. Genevieve Blackwood cleared her throat. She looked paler than before. "You must excuse her. She doesn't know what is going on around her. Now, the sun is setting, and we better get this over with quickly."

She led you through more corridors until she reached a large double door at the end of a hallway, that was ornately decorated with flowers and vines carved into the wood, along with iron moulded to fit some of the flowers.

"Behind that door is the wing of the house that is affected by the haunting. This door keeps it from spreading to the rest of the house, which is why we are still living here. I trust you to handle it from here."

She nodded and then walked away swiftly. Lockwood looked after her before he turned to you. "Are you ready?"

With affirmation from all of you, he slowly pushed down the handle. The door opened smoothly and swung open into the dark hallway that lay beyond. It was dimly lit from the last daylight coming through the windows that lined the wall. It didn't look too different from the other hallways you had walked through so far, with the exception that in this one, big oil paintings hung on the wall, showing portraits of the family members.

Lockwood was the first to enter. You followed him and when you crossed over the threshold, it was like stepping outside on a cold winter day. You pulled the sleeves of your jumper down so that they covered part of your hands, then reached for your flashlight.

Without much talking, you dispersed. Lucy moved down the hallway, the end of which lay in complete darkness. She kept her hands on the wall, and her eyes closed, full focus on any supernatural echoes and sounds. Lockwood trailed behind her, keeping an eye on her, ready to step in if anything were to go wrong. George had immediately started taking the temperature at different points of the hallway and scribbled down the readings in his small, tattered notebook.

You on the other hand had turned on your flashlight, moving the beam of light slowly over the walls. The paintings were shiny in the light, the shadows cast by the slight movements of your hand making them look almost alive. You stepped closer to inspect the little plaque that was hammered into the ornate wooden frame. Agatha Blackwood was engraved there, along with a birth year that indicated the woman on the portrait to be in her mid-seventies now. You pointed the flashlight back up and took a closer look at her face.

"That's Lord Blackwood's sister. The woman we saw earlier."

You almost dropped your flashlight as George's voice suddenly sounded so close to your ear. He had appeared behind you, looking over your shoulder at the painting.

"Don't sneak up on me like that in the dark", you hissed, trying to gather yourself.

He chuckled. "Maybe you just need to pay more attention to your surroundings. I could have been a ghost after all."

You huffed. "Pull something like that again and you might end up as one."

You made your way over to the next painting and missed the way his lips curled into a fond smile before he followed you.

You came to a halt in front of a portrait of a man that you identified as Lord Blackwood before you even read the name plaque. He looked exactly how you imagined him, but there was something about him that you didn't like. Maybe his piercing blue eyes, that felt like they were staring right into your soul. You turned to George. "Do you -" Your voice got stuck in your throat as you saw his expression. He was staring up at the portrait with wide, glossy eyes, lips slightly parted. "George?" No reaction. You nudged him once, twice, this time harder. With a gasp, he stumbled a little, breaking eye contact with the painting.

"George?" He looked at you, the far-away look he had just seconds ago was gone.

"Yeah?"

"Are you… okay?"

He adjusted his glasses. "Yes. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

You hesitated. You didn't want to bring up what his reaction had reminded you of, because you knew he didn't like to talk about it. But that look in his eyes… you felt a wave of dread wash over you at the thought of the boneglass and its effects, especially on George. It hadn't been that long, and none of you knew exactly how much it had really affected him.

"No reason", you finally said, deciding to just keep an eye out for George. Not like that wasn't what you were doing at all times anyway.

You stepped closer, trying to ignore the way the hairs on your arm stood up. You aimed the flashlight at the lower part of the painting.

The Lord was a few years older than his sister, you noted.

Without thinking about it, almost involuntarily, you reached out for the frame but immediately flinched away again as your fingers brushed over it. It was ice cold.

"George", you said quietly. He had gone off to take more temperature readings. Within seconds, he was by your side again. "What is it?"

"What's the temperature here?"

He looked down at the thermometer and pressed a few buttons.

"6°C", he said slowly. "That's much colder than anywhere else." He reached out for the frame just like you did, and just like you he pulled his hand away quickly.

"That's… interesting." You could practically see him thinking.

"Check the other paintings, I'll get Lockwood and Lucy. We might be onto something here."

You nodded and he hurried down the hallway. It was completely dark now, and with a last look at Lord Blackwood, you made your way back to Agatha Blackwood's portrait. A shiver ran down your spine, and if you didn't know any better, you could have sworn you felt his eyes burn into the back of your head as you walked away.

Every portrait you checked was the same - cold, but not overly so. So when you gathered back in front of Lord Blackwood, you all knew that this was it.

"Why his portrait though?" Lucy asked. She had her hand firmly pressed against it and her eyes closed.

"I'm getting nothing from it. It's just really cold."

Lockwood aimed his flashlight up.

"I might have an idea", he slowly said. "But I'm not sure yet. What's behind this wall?"

George pointed over to a door a few feet down the corridor.

"Let's try this door."

It opened easily and led to a study. A large desk stood facing the door, and tall shelves filled to the brim with books were lining the walls.

The glow of your flashlights had a hard time penetrating the darkness that somehow felt heavier than outside. Dust particles danced in the air, and Lockwood, who was last, secured the door - your way out, should things go south. Then he went to get the two bags of equipment you had brought but had left standing at the double door, while you and Lucy started to thoroughly check the room.

It was immediately clear that you were in the right place. The temperature had dropped noticeably, so much so that you were slightly shivering now, despite your warm sweater. You were feeling along the wall right next to the door, at whose other side lay the hallway. The textured wallpaper felt rough under your fingertips, and there was a constant, static noise that felt far away and unnervingly close at the same time. You moved slowly, mentally preparing for any flashback or rush of emotion that might be waiting for you after the next step, but nothing happened. The wall just felt progressively older, and you knew you must be getting closer to the spot where the portrait was attached to the other side of the wall.

Then suddenly, you had reached the corner. Or rather, a heavy, velvet curtain that was draped over what should be the wall. With a little difficulty, you pulled it aside to reveal another wooden door. Without thinking, you pushed down the handle. The door creaked open, and you raised your flashlight, the other hand on the hilt of your rapier as you kicked it open further. It seemed to be an extension of the study, with the same towering bookshelves, and another two desks, slightly smaller than the one in the room behind your back.

You stepped into the room, flashlight raised and your other hand resting on the hilt of your rapier. In the warm glow of the flashlight, the room looked almost inviting - but it didn't feel like it. Immediately upon entering, you could feel your skin prickling. The static noise had slowly increased in volume, and you could feel the beginning of a slight headache forming behind your temples.

You hesitated. Maybe you shouldn't be in here alone. Just at that moment, Lockwood called for you. You took a few tentative steps backwards until you felt safe to turn around. Lucy was in the opposite corner, still feeling around the books, while George was laying out an iron circle.

"What's behind that door, (name)?", Lockwood asked.

"Two desks and more books. It seems like it's just a connection between those two rooms."

Lockwood thought for a moment.

"Alright, then we'll split up. Lucy and I will stay here. George and (name), you take the other room. Put a chair and some iron at the door so that it won't close."

You tried to keep a neutral expression, but on the inside, you were screaming. Of course, you'd split up. Of course, Lockwood had you and George working together. You wondered if Lucy realised just how protective he was over her. How he'd never leave her alone in the presence of a ghost if he didn't have to. You're chest tightened. It must be nice to have someone care about you that much.

George grabbed the second bag, and the two of you moved over into the other room. With two flashlights, the space was considerably better-lit, and you took a while to slowly walk around and take everything in.

Your flashlight wandered over a row of books, and you tilted your head to read the titles. "What do you think the source is?", you asked eventually, just to break the silence. Surely, George already had several different theories, and it was unusual that he hadn't yet shared them with you.

He took a while to reply, and when he did his voice sounded shaky.

"I'm not sure."

You furrowed your brows and turned around. He stood with his back to you in front of one of the bookshelves.

"George?"

You expected him to turn to you, but he didn't. He didn't move at all, the hand holding his flashlight hanging limply by his side.

Anxiety was twisting your insides as you rushed over to him, hand on his shoulder to turn him around. He blinked and scrunched his eyes together as you shone the light in his face.

"George, what is going on?", you asked, hating the way your worry for him was so clearly audible in your voice.

He put his hand on yours and pushed down the flashlight.

"Stop that, you're gonna make me blinder than I already am. I told you, I'm fine. Just feeling a little tired, that's all."

You did not believe him.

"Something is wrong with you!"

He laughed dryly. "There are a lot of things wrong with me. And maybe I'm feeling a little out of it today, who cares?"

You wanted to shake him, scream in his face that you cared, you cared so much, and that he was putting himself in danger because something was clearly not right. Maybe the aftereffects of the boneglass were still lingering, and he just didn't want to admit that.

You took a step back from him, feeling defeated.

"I'm gonna go set up an iron circle."

While you went to gather the chains, George began pulling open the drawers in the cabinet under one of the desks. You didn't get very far with opening the bag and kneeled to take a closer look at the zipper, that seemed to be stuck. Behind you, you heard paper rustling and George muttering under his breath.

"(name)?" George's voice was quiet, maybe a little unsure.

"Mhm?" You leaned further down, moving the zipper back and forth, trying to get it loose while you waited for him to continue.

He mumbled something you didn't quite catch, and you were about to ask him to speak up, but his next words left you frozen in place.

"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, just the way I always dreamed about and wished for. I love you more than you could ever know."

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The Chiming Lady - Part 2

A Lockwood & Co. Fan Fiction

Other Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Summary: The agents of Lockwood & Co. are invited to the Halloween-Party of a former client.

Tag List: @ahead-fullofdreams

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, brief mentions of su***de and mu**er

I'm not quite sure what to think about the fact that I can only really celebrate Halloween this year. In the past, the last day of October was just that - an ordinary day. For many years, October was the start of a stressful time, as the early darkness meant that even more ghosts appeared and caused trouble.

I can still vividly remember a Halloween night when I was still working at Jacobs. Together with my friends, we watched old scary films and ate so much sweets that our bellies would burst. I spent all the other nights of 31 October either at home or in a haunted house. After all, parties and good humour seemed to be reserved for the rich who could afford a good security system and didn't have to chase ghosts at night.

It was the first time I'd ever been in a costume - or at least I couldn't remember any other time. I was wearing brown trousers and had wrapped a top over them with different fabrics. Over the wrapped top I wore a loose-fitting corset made of fake leather. On my back I wore a quiver with fake arrows and I had made a real belt with Holly with lots of storage space. I had painted on fake freckles with a little make-up and braided my hair into a braid. My ears looked pointed thanks to plastic prosthetics. I wasn't really happy yet, but I guess I could only disguise myself as far as my resources would take me - I still looked too much like Lucy Carlyle and not like Eobyn Truewood Heroine of Thalore.

I smoothed out wrinkles in my costume as the stairs to my attic began to creak. I turned to the opening in the floor and saw Lockwood climbing the stairs in his costume.

"Hello, I was wondering if you could paint my face red? George was actually going to do it, but he's locked himself in his room." He was holding a make-up sponge and red face paint in his hand. On his head he wore a headband with little devil horns.

"Sure, but can't you do it yourself?"

"I've already tried that. It looked terrible." He laughed briefly.

So I gestured for him to sit on my bed (the only acceptable seating up here). I sat down next to him and turned to face him.

The colour was really pigmented, but I left a few streaks that I had to painstakingly touch up with the sponge. In the meantime, I was just as red as Lockwood - if not more. I was just getting incredibly warm in this room, in my costume - next to Lockwood.

But we were finished. There were still spots here and there that someone with more knowledge of make-up could perhaps have improved, but Lockwood was happy, so I was too.

We waited together in the kitchen over a cup of tea for Holly and George.

Holly's outfit was truly stunning. She wore a long, loose pastel green dress and fake pointy ears too. Her make-up matched the pastel colour palette she had chosen for her character. Her dark skin made the colours particularly vibrant.

Just before the driver arrived, George finally made an appearance. And his costume was many things.

He had painted his skin chalky white and dyed his hair black. In his mouth, from which (hopefully) fake blood was running, pointed fangs were visible and behind his glasses he had red eyes. His costume resembled the suit of a Victorian gentleman with a long cape and a few pieces of armour.

The three of us knew that George was no ordinary vampire. He was Lord Glethin, a nefarious vampire who had taken control of a country and was now spreading fear and terror with the undead. He was the main villain of our campaign and had spanked us mightily a few times already.

Holly broke the silence that prevailed shortly after his arrival with a round of applause, which I joined in with, as did Lockwood. He looked impressive.

A car horn signalled us to leave and we ran to the front door. I had stowed all my essentials in my belt bag, while Holly carried a fashionable handbag and Lockwood slung a rucksack on his back - I didn't really want to know what he was up to.

Just as we were out of the amazement again, the next surprise greeted us outside our door. In the faint light of dusk and the greenish glow of the ghost lamps, an Austin Healey saloon was parked outside 35 Portland Row. And no, I don't know anything about cars, I just understood George's mumbling.

The driver, an old man with white sideburns, greeted us and opened the door to our seats. Even then I was sure that this was going to be a night to remember.

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